Little girl keeps hurting herself because she's mad against the world. She is lonely, oh so lonely. She stays up all night just to see the darkness of the sky that once was blue. It reminds her of her painful mind. Little girl likes everything that cuts because she thinks she deserves it. She desires the world. Yet she feels so small. Poor little girl. You shoudn't feel the pressure of this world. You should use your cisors to cut the papers of your christmas cards, not to open your bloodstreams. Little girl is watching the scars on her arms. Regrets, even though she knows she'll do it all over again the next time she's home alone.